And When I Close My What May Ever-Eyes
& WHEN I SHUT MY EYES
This CENTER cannot hold WITHOUT the PROPHESIED
pIECES of small shards ? then again maybe everything you UNDERSTAND is
a new kind of ATTENTION.
THREE DRINKS AND I’M OFF UNTIL TOMORROW
:p
:: E.P. ROBLES ? 12.08.2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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